Dear Ken

I met a little boy named ken

Was crazy about pornography since childhood with their magazines

Was wildly addictive masturbation

I met him in a bush at the motel

Hitting one with his right hand

With the other holding the magazine without falling

Said, you can give me a time?

And not put up with seeing the little ken screaming with lust

And took up his fourth

I was stupid to see their intimate snacks

Come lets sweat marks on the ruler underground

Everything was black and the small

Ken began to scream in the dark

Everything started to get blurry

I was shaking so much heat in the four walls

I can not talk about what happened inside was crazy

My body was hooked after that

This love will stick in my ass

Or will have pity on be strong enough

Okay i'll show you show you how real

I got up this morning and little ken was in his underwear

Embraced in my arms

Smell that was part of me

I was nervous i started to get

I left my small role in a number

Playing with dolls when you want to call me